oi_theoi | Ygin

Ygin
The Unknown, Madness, Fear, Night

❧ Played by Nishi

Appearance: It is impossible to get a clear picture of Ygin all at once. It has feminine hands, but a clenched, lantern jaw. You might see the line of a cloak, hunched and stooped, but you might also see flowing, black hair. It has a long, lizagon-like tail, and the presence of it is most often the only consistent sign it is openly in the area.
The voice is a low, genderless whisper, directly in the person’s right or left ear, inaudible to anyone else. You might sometimes hear feathers, or the rasp of scales, gurgles or scrapes. The smell is dry and papery, or wet and fetid.
Whenever Ygin is around, people will feel a tight feeling between their shoulder blades, as if something is watching them.
Characteristics: Childlike, insatiably curious, sadistic, inquisitive, ponderous, demanding, fickle, irrational and sometimes outright gibberingly insane.

Likes: Courage, terror, chimeras, were creatures, shape shifters who lose control by nature, self-awareness, emotional vulnerability, hallucination-prone people, scrying or dreaming powers, phobias, playing mind games

Dislikes: Bravado, rhetoric, scholarly learning, order, science, machinery, unflappable people, people without curiosity, obtuse people, bright lights, restrictions.

Shrine: The shrine presents itself as a dark opening in the wall. It’s large enough to walk into, but you cannot see, hear or sense anything inside.

Ritual: Getting its attention can be as simple as putting a hand in the opening, but walking entirely in is guaranteed to get an answer and quite a bit more favor.

❧ Will Take

❧ Will Give

Nightmares
Fear
Insomnia
Confessions of dangerous/shameful secrets
Maps of uncleared areas
Accounts of previously unknown animals (it doesn't have to be real as long as the character is convinced it is)
Spider silk
Porcumonkey quills
Alcohol
Spirit draining powder
Furbies (successfully caged)
Pieces of your sanity (temporarily or permanently)
A single sense (temporarily or permanently)
Destruction of lights in the dorm areas

Restoration of a single sense
Mirrors
Hand lanterns
Incense
Scented candles
Candy (Hallucinogens)
Curse removal or status effect removal
Obscuring cloaks, cowls or form/gender/identity hiding clothes
Soft-soled shoes
Mental healing I - Can give two talismans, one will restore sanity: soothe, comfort and calm. The other will sap sanity from someone else in any way the player chooses. The second talisman can be shared between multiple people in order to keep the cost low.
Mental healing II - Can devour your insanity. It's delicious.
Information on flora and fauna in explored areas
Understanding of the world (Hallucinations)

❧ Exchange Rate

Items to Units
Worth	Offering
1 Unit	Fear (a shock or start) Confession of a phobia Accounts of new animals/plants Spidersilk (per handful)
2 Units	Fear (challenging a phobia) Confession of a shameful secret Small map of an uncleared area Alcohol
3 Units	Fear (Panic attack or fight or flight terror) Insomnia Vivid nightmares Spirit draining powder Destruction of lights in the dorm area
5 Units	Fear (Paralyzing or phobia CAUSING terror) A piece of your sanity One of your senses
Units to Items
Cost	Reward
1 Unit	A small hand lantern Scented candles/Incense Candy (hallucinogenic)
2 Units	Hand or vanity mirrors Gender/form obscuring clothing Soft soled shoes Information on animals/plants in explored areas
3 Units	Curse or status effect removal Full length or wall mirrors Understanding of the world~
5 Units	Mental Health (either method) Restoration of one sense

❧ The Were

Stage 1

Stage 2

Stage 3

Expectations and Powers of the Were

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A-ah. That I am not so very sure of, I'm afraid.

You, you're old, aren't you? Mm, older than a lot of the others . . .

Edited 2012-08-11 23:10 (UTC)

old

yes

dark

fear

unknown

[ rrrrreaches very slowly forward into the darkness]

Mm, the unknown is very old.

Does it ... know?

[The darkness feels like... water. Cold, wet, resistant. It trickles and folds around she fingers, slipping into the creases and cracks, filling in where she stops.]

it is

its nature

it has to

everything everything

nothing

[ when a god offers, you accept she swallows hard and lets a bit of the water seem into her skin ]

[It's not quite water, but it feels clean, tastes pure, like snow melt. It runs slowly though, through her fingers. Rich and with the heady feel of nutrients... soil]

unknown untouched

always bad

reality impartial

is

am

[ oh my god. clean soil it has been a while ♥ ]

Ah . . . I mean to shine no lights . . .

speak more

more

I . . . am from the highlands, above the Deep Forests. There were places where the light would stop long before it reached the floor.

Mm, It would have been there, right?

[It moves a schlorping sound following it. It slides and drags through something heavy and viscous around you, the ground rumbles faintly, trembling through your skin as it settles again.

You can smell it, the a predator and a grazing beast at once, a dangerous willful plant and a healing herb, the tang of poison and tang of nourishment.

The water slips away, splashing to the ground.]

deep deep

under

beyond

beneath the leaves

behind the trees

in the knots and boughs

yes

there

something and nothing

[ she tilts her head, willing her senses to stop trying to make sense of it ]

Cold, quiet, noisy?

yes

[The answer is simple, as if the contradictions don't actually exist, or if they do, they don't mean anything at all.]

I am . . . glad, then. That's It's here . . .

Edited 2012-08-12 21:41 (UTC)

are you

interesting

smell

fear

roots deep

uprooted

flowers

you

but you come

empty direction

[ "uprooted" ( '-') pauses a bit to collect herself before speaking again ]

I . . . am, yes.

want

what do you want

seek

do

who are you

[Her feet sink gently into the mud, and she can feel the squirm and slide of insects and worms within.]

[ not even trippin' about how she was wearing shoes a minute ago ]

I- roots. I want roots. [ her voice gets more steady as she tastes the mud ] I want to bear fruit.

We want to grow.

can

but bound to it

within it

again

can you

can you

choose

It offers me . . . a place to lay them?

[ wriggles her toes, stretching the fibers down a bit ]

she

many things

one

yes

I think... I think I understand.

We can be this? Something of this land, right? Something of it's secrets...

[The fibers as they spread through the mud reach a mysterious slurry of tastes. Little of it makes sense and none of it familiar. Though it brings again that slow, fizzy rush of true, earthbound nutrients, the 'tastes' are strange.]

be

part of

deep

rooted

changed

seek

take the heart of

what you fearlove most

bring

i will give it roots

you

[ her eyes roll back as she pushes down human senses- ignore the darkness, ignore the strangeness of the voice. what she tastes tells her "this is not your soil," "this is not your home," but the feel of it is also true- it is not home, but it is a place to grown ]

Its offer is generous. May we ask what its favor costs?

Edited 2012-08-15 18:30 (UTC)

become

change

overcome

grow

spread

mine

I see.

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